RIP Mike Ratledge

RIP Mike Ratledge, composer and keyboardist primarily for Soft Machine, who has left us at the age of 81. Ratledge possessed one of the more formidable bits of rock’n’roll facial hair—albeit I think he may have been trumped on that front by his later Softs bandmate Karl Jenkins—and I will confess to being amused that the Instagram post where I got the above picture also included this one of the early band where he wears neither the ‘tache nor the shades that he was otherwise known for:

Young master Wyatt’s scrappy facial hair here barely hints at his own future beards, of course

A couple of musical examples, then. Any of the first three albums are good value, but I have always held this up as their masterpiece:

And here’s him plus fellow Softs Hugh Hopper and Robert Wyatt guesting for Syd Barrett:

The world isn’t suffering enough, apparently

Putin revives Soviet-era rival to Eurovision after Russia banned from contest

Russian President Vladimir Putin has ordered a revival of the Soviet-era alternative to the Eurovision Song Contest, Intervision, which he claimed will counter the decadence of modern Western culture.
Mr Putin signed the decree on Monday, ordering the Intervision Song Contest be held in Moscow this year.
China, Cuba, Brazil and former Soviet republics such as Kazakhstan, Azerbaijan and Belarus are expected to take part.
The original Intervision was launched in the 1960s as the USSR’s alternative to Eurovision. […]
“The contest will be open for participation of all countries that wish to do so,” the planning documents said.
“Artists may not perform songs that call for violence, humiliate the honour and dignity of society, and it is required that political themes in the lyrics are completely excluded.”
Participants must “respect cultural, ethical and religious traditions of other peoples of the world”.

So basically it’s Eurovision but even more useless. Just what the world was needing. Can’t say I’m not at least slightly confused about Brazil being among the expected participants, though, given it was never a Soviet or communist state back then… the complete opposite, indeed, with the military dictatorship of the 60s using the threat of communism taking over like it did in Cuba to justify taking Brazil over themselves. Whatever, I suppose Ukraine is just glad to know it won’t be invited…

The final show (until the next one)?

OOOOH. I’m not particularly thrilled by some of the support acts (so much for Slayer breaking up, too, eh), but if I were able to travel at all I’d be sorely tempted by this. One more go round—avowed “final” shows don’t always turn out that way, do they?—but this time with Bill Ward back in the saddle? Oh my. I’m assuming this means everyone is actually fit for the task, given Bill’s health got in the way of the reformation and tours around 13 and Ozzy hasn’t been a picture of health himself either (though those spinal injuries seem to have been dealt with), and I have a more than sneaking suspicion this could wind up being a slightly sad display of four old blokes pushing a once-great thing beyond the point where they should’ve let it rest… but goddamn, if I were in any position to go to this thing, I absolutely would.

Stick this up your arse too, Gavin

Far-right group Proud Boys loses legal naming rights to Black church it vandalized

The Proud Boys have lost control of their own name after the far-right extremist group subjected a Black church in Washington DC to a “hateful and overtly racist” attack during the violent final days of Donald Trump’s first presidency.
The ruling Monday by Judge Tanya Jones Bosier of Washington DC’s superior court grants the church – the Metropolitan African Methodist Episcopal church – power over how the Proud Boys moniker is used. Bosier’s decision opens a pathway to seizing proceeds from the sale of any merchandise featuring the white supremacist group’s name, logos and insignia, too.
Lawyers for the church sought the ruling to satisfy a $2.8m judgment stemming from the December 2020 attack during a rally by Trump supporters who falsely claimed that victory was stolen from him when he lost the presidential election that year to Joe Biden.
Several Proud Boys members scaled a wall at the church and embarked on a rampage of vandalism that included burning a Black Lives Matter (BLM) banner. […]
Bosier’s ruling on Monday recognized a lawsuit filed last year by the Paul, Weiss, Rifkind, Wharton & Garrison law firm and the Lawyers Committee for Civil Rights Under Law, on behalf of the church that asserted the far-right militia had not paid up.
The group “engaged in fraudulent activity to prevent the church from collecting the judgment”, the lawsuit stated, “including terminating the Proud Boys entity and surrendering its trademark registration”.
The group must seek permission from the church before it can use its name or traditional symbols for any revenue-creating venture, according to Bosier’s ruling, which was reported by the New York Times. Proud Boys usually dress in black polo shirts with a yellow laurel leaf as their logo.

In a world where things are increasingly dogshit, it’s nice to know at least some of the chuds are still getting the shit heaped on them that they richly deserve.

I think Art would like words…

Oh dear. Brother Damien appears to be not exactly making friends with this statement he put out earlier… for one thing, I don’t think anyone was accusing the Terrifier films of trying to make “political” statements in the first place, though perhaps predictably quite a few people have crawled out to be all OMG DAMIEN ALL ART IS POLITICAL AND CALLING YOUR WORK “APOLITICAL” IS A POLITICAL ACT ITSELF… and others are saying it’s because David Howard Thornton and Lauren LaVera, the stars of the franchise, are both massive “wokies”, vehemently anti-fash and pro-LGBTQ and all that, and MAGA dickheads have been coming after them and Leone’s just trying to keep a distance without taking sides, but then again Leone’s apparently come out and said he agrees with Thornton’s stance… so what’s this really about? I don’t know. Everything is headache-inducing these days, and the world of cheap gore cinema is evidently no different…

Radio wall of sound (and fury)

Apparently the BBC is reformatting a bunch of its programming, particularly the radio drama, and, well, people are getting the vapours about it. This Graun piece suggests that, yeah, people are complaining cos killing off the last drama program on Radio 3 looks bad, but it’s probably less bad than it looks:

In 2021, BBC Radio revamped the bulk of its arts programming, the greatest casualty being Saturday Review on Radio 4. Outcry followed, as today. Yet Radio 4’s other arts coverage was commensurately bulked up, with the addition of new shows This Cultural Life and Screenshot. Radio 4’s highest-profile arts offering, Front Row, has gained 30 minutes a week and a weekly slot focused on Scottish arts. Meanwhile, Radio 3’s forthcoming programming, notably a 40-part series on modernism in music, shows a commitment to classical but no sign of dumbing down.
What lies behind this shift, I am told, is the director general Tim Davie’s obsession with “brand purity”. Gone is the magazine mix of Radio 3, with its mandate to balance highbrow speech programming with highbrow music; we are moving instead to the “clarity” of a Radio 3 dedicated to classical and jazz music, and a Radio 4 dedicated to speech. Speech programmes that enhance Radio 3’s “music brand”, such as Music Matters, will stay. Two other intellectual panel programmes, Free Thinking and The Verb, have already made the move from Radio 3 to Radio 4.

However, what this means for radio drama at the BBC could be another thing:

Where does this leave the legacy of audio drama at the BBC? Stripped of the security of the 90-minute format, for sure. The BBC is eager to reassure us that audio drama continues on Radio 4: as yet, however, it offers only drama slots of 45 and (sometimes) 60 minutes.
Over at The Stage, the critic David Benedict recently bemoaned such lengths as unfit for drama. “Forty-five minutes of drama is a horribly unsatisfying length,” he writes, “like a book too long to be a short story, but not long enough to be a novel.”

Unfortunately that piece quoted there is behind a paywall that even 12ft.io couldn’t pull down, so I don’t know what else brother Benedict says in it, but… what a stupid thing to say. There’s this little thing in prose literature that’s too long to be considered a short story but not long enough to be considered a novel, and it’s called the novella. It’s a bit nebulous to properly define in terms of word count and all that, but it’s an acknowledged form that encompasses quite a few generally highly regarded classics. I don’t see any reason why drama can’t encompass shorter forms too, despite Benedict’s preferences… I wonder what he thinks of Beckett’s later works, for example. Wonder, too, how many playwrights have struggled with the 90-minute format over the decades and had to avoid writing either too little or too much…

What a decade this week has been

I haven’t had an awful lot to say for the last week or so, cos everything is so appalling I don’t want to even think about it, let alone write about it here. (Frankly it doesn’t help that I haven’t had my happy pills for nearly a week cos I’ve been too slack about leaving the house to get them. I must do that tomorrow.) The above video from the Internet Today guys doesn’t cover everything that’s happened of late, but it’s a lot of it. What a ghastly world we currently inhabit.

Lights of New York (1928)

There’s something… not right about the idea of a 1928 talkie somehow in a way I can’t actually explain. I know the popularity of The Jazz Singer in 1927 kicked off the revolution and things developed throught out 1928 to the point where Hollywood had essentially given up on silent films by the following year… but somehow when I encounter a 1928 film with sound, I feel weirdly disconcerted by it. And I’ve seen a few of the surviving examples like Lonesome, Noah’s Ark, and In Old Arizona, plus obviously this evening’s example, and all of them are… strange in a way I don’t understand. Look, it’s just one of those “me” things. Let’s leave it at that. Suffice to say tonight’s viewing is a piece of Hollywood history, having been Hollywood’s first all-talking feature-length film. Also, frankly, it’s a bit crap. And on this second viewing it had not improved at all.

In fairness to it, Lights of New York wasn’t supposed to be a feature at all, let alone the first feature-length talkie; Warners only meant it to be a two-reel Vitaphone short but somehow it got out of hand during filming and director Bryan Foy ended up with a six-reel film… Jack Warner was furious, having wanted Warners’ first all-talking feature to be something kind of prestige, but he reconsidered when Foy threatened to sell it to another distributor. And in the end it was a wise choice; having spent $22,000 on the thing, it returned a million dollars at the box office… mostly because of the technological novelty than the critical acclaim, cos there wasn’t any of that. And frankly, not without some good cause.

Look, early sound films need more slack cut for them than most old films; it’s a period of film history I’ve always been fascinated by for some reason and I know it’s much more complex than reductionist history (as if most history isn’t reductive, of course). It wasn’t just a case of Al Jolson ad libbing a few words in The Jazz Singer and everything changed overnight. But that preview scene in Singin’ in the Rain where Don and Lina’s talkie debut turns out to be a catastrophe… well, it’s kind of merciless but not entirely unfair. (My old DVD of SitR actually features the “take-him-for-a-RIDE” scene from Lights as an example of early talkies being… not very good, and… yeah. It’s not.) Even allowing for the fact that no one had quite worked out what to do with sound technology, Lights is a difficult film to make allowances for; some of the acting is just terrible (looking at you in particular, Robert Elliott as the detective) and the dialogue in the climactic scene is just godawful, and they would’ve been so even just a few years later when the technical issues had been sorted. It’s just… yeah, not very good. Still, the milestones of history aren’t always the ones we wish they were, and to be honest I’m impressed and surprised that this one is still around to be watched nearly 100 years later…